Mook - Famous (Instrumental)W/LYRICS IN DESCRIPTION

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Mook - Famous (Instrumental)
LYRICS:
Yeah
Woah woah yea yea
Woah
Woah woah
Its mook
Gang
(CHORUS)
They keep begging me to stop it
Going fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter, and a bad bitch
Niggas hatin on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If a nigga run up on me
Hit em with the beam
We gon make him famous
I got friends showing fake love
I'm startin lose my patience
Every night celebrating
All the times we ain't had shit
I can't wait to go flood my wrist
You ain't never had a night like this
Why'd you have to do me like this
You the reason I dont trust no bitch
You the reason I act like this

(Verse 1)
Pistol on me when im riding round
All my old hoes wanna see me now
I ain't fuckin with my old friends
They dont wanna see a nigga make it out
Im the nigga that they talk about
Running to the money, you can run yo mouth
I get love when im out the city
They be hating on me when im down south
Book a show, I got a 40 on me
They dont like when I bring the goons out
When they see me they dont talk now
They be actin funny cuz im up now
I dont trip, I just play it cool
If he act a fool he gon make the news
I got these bitches comin by the 2
You say you got it, nigga who are you?
I got these bands on me in the booth
I know these niggas prayin ima lose
If I dont make it, shooting out the roof
Better get low, I know I hit a few
I got designer on me, brand new
Im tired of these niggas steppin on my shoes
I know these niggas hatin how I move
I got these hundreds on me and they blue

(CHORUS)
They keep begging me to stop it
Going fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter, and a bad bitch
Niggas hatin on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If a nigga run up on me
Hit em with the beam
We gon make him famous
I got friends showing fake love
I'm startin lose my patience
Every night celebrating
All the times we ain't had shit
I can't wait to go flood my wrist
You ain't never had a night like this
Why'd you have to do me like this
You the reason I dont trust no bitch
You the reason I act like this
(Verse 2)
Niggas wanna see you down bad
When you get the money, they dont like that
I was riding in the old smoke
Tryna get a pote but the store closed
I was fresh for a whole week
By the next week, wore the same clothes
Now im sitting in the front row
I be reminiscing for the (?)
Why they had to take my nigga from me
When im on the road, let my diamonds show
I know they plottin on me on the low
Look all this money that a nigga blow
I hit her 3 times in a row
Fuck all these fast cars and a hoe
Really be stressed out, pour a 4
I think the devil want a nigga soul
I gotta get it never gon fold
When I be out neck on froze
They used to down shit wouldn't go
I still be letting everybody know
You the reason I be doing it for
I get money I can do what I want
Niggas talkin but this ain't what they want
I make a day what you make in a month

(CHORUS)
They keep begging me to stop it
Going fast in a two-seater
With a two-liter, and a bad bitch
Niggas hatin on me, I can see the signs
I can finally say I made it
If a nigga run up on me
Hit em with the beam
We gon make him famous
I got friends showing fake love
I'm startin lose my patience
Every night celebrating
All the times we ain't had shit
I can't wait to go flood my wrist
You ain't never had a night like this
Why'd you have to do me like this
You the reason I dont trust no bitch
You the reason I act like this
(Outro)
You the reason I act like this...
You the reason I act like this...
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